"You've got to be kidding me, your willpower's that flimsy? No wonder your life's such a train wreck." Watching the Black Jiao's ghost face dissolve into ten wisps of light-smoke, Wang Xiaoqiang's playful mutter drifted out from within the golden fine needle.
By then, there was barely any urine left in that bladder, and the golden fine needle that Wang Xiaoqiang had transformed into, together with the Black Jiao's ten wisps of soul-and-spirit smoke, were expelled along with the urine from the body of that Primordial Giant Beast.
Just as the two had only just left the Primordial Giant Beast's body, the beast's tail lashed out in a sudden violent sweep, whipping toward them.
The Primordial Giant Beast's tail was incredibly long and thick, like some peerless divine whip, dragging a hurricane behind it as it came crashing over, vicious and ruthless.
If that whip strike landed, forget one man and one soul—even a fortified city around a pool would be flattened to the ground.
